The main gate of the Hou Tu Hall was wide open, with four brown-robed young disciples standing on either side, respectfully greeting the bustling crowd.
Chu Zhiyuan looked down at his official robe and didn't go in.
After lunch and a short nap, he changed into ordinary brocade robes and left the Qing Wang Mansion for the Hou Tu Hall.
Several guards from the mansion waited outside, while Guo Chi and Zou Fang accompanied him into the Hou Tu Hall.
Even though he discovered that there were no Grandmasters within the Hou Tu Hall, he remained cautious.
Beyond the entrance was a vast courtyard, larger than he had imagined, about the size of a football field, paved with blue bricks and spotless.
To the north stood a main hall and two side halls, the architecture heavy and solemn.
Chu Zhiyuan stepped forward, took the incense from the young man, inserted it into the burner, and bowed.
His extrasensory perception detected nothing unusual.
The Di Zun and the two Di Mu statues were unremarkable, just three clay figures, though the paint was somewhat special.
The handsome young man before him was actually at the second level of the Xiantian realm, which surprised him.
This young man was about the same age as him and had a similar level of cultivation.
He cultivated the Little Purple Sun Formula, and later the Great Purple Sun Formula, a secret technique passed down within the royal family, one of the most supreme techniques in the world.
He also had extrasensory perception and had practiced many extraordinary techniques from the Ming Wu Hall. Although the Jade Lock Golden Gate Formula had delayed him, sharpening the knife would not delay the woodcutter, and it wouldn't slow him down much.
Even so, he was only at the third level of the Xiantian realm.
While this young man wasn't as astonishing as Huang Shirong, he could still be considered a martial arts prodigy.
"Ah!"
Just as Chu Zhiyuan turned to leave, several exclamations came from beside him.
An old man suddenly collapsed, and the handsome young man stepped forward to support him.
The old man was already pale and panting. When he勉强 lowered his head to bow, he lost his balance and was about to fall when the handsome young man stepped forward to help him.
"Father!"
"Father!"
Two honest-looking young men hurried forward to support the old man.
The handsome young man said in a deep voice, "Don't move him, let me!"
"Young Master..."
"Quiet! Be calm!" The handsome young man said in a deep voice.
He slowly lowered the old man to the ground, then turned and waved his hand, "Everyone, step back!"
The crowd quickly retreated, clearing a space.
Chu Zhiyuan stood in the crowd, observing the handsome young man and the old man.
The old man's breathing was rapidly weakening, and it seemed he had a heart problem, possibly a myocardial infarction. Any further delay would be fatal.
He was about to secretly take action, as he couldn't just watch someone die.
But he saw the handsome young man quickly point several times at the old man's chest, then stand up, form a mudra with his hands, and murmur in a low voice, solemn and dignified.
This reminded Chu Zhiyuan of Zhu Yishan, the Hou Tu Sect's high-ranking priest.
He was about to cast a spell.
As seen by his extrasensory perception, the unremarkable Di Zun statue suddenly lit up.
Chu Zhiyuan was surprised.
This Di Zun statue actually had hidden mysteries, deceiving him!
The Di Zun statue suddenly emitted a beam of soft light, landing on the handsome young man's hands as he formed the mudra.
With his hands forming the mudra, he gently touched the old man's body.
"Mmm..." The old man slowly opened his eyes.
"Father? Father!"
"What's all the noise? This old man isn't dead yet!"
The old man's eyes were still dazed, but he subconsciously scolded.
His eyes slowly cleared, and he hurriedly tried to sit up, then lunged forward to kneel, but the handsome young man immediately helped him up.
The handsome young man released his mudra and waved his hand, "Old sir, there's no need for that, Di Zun protects you!"
The old man nodded vigorously, "Di Zun has manifested, thank you, Young Master! Thank you, Young Master!"
His old life had been saved.
His body was filled with a warm aura, especially in the chest area, as if a fire was burning, making him feel so comfortable he wanted to fall asleep.
The original weakness and powerlessness had vanished without a trace, it was too miraculous!
As expected of the Young Master!
Truly Di Zun reincarnated!
"Infinite Di Zun!" The handsome young man solemnly bowed.
"Infinite Di Zun!"
"Infinite Di Zun!"
...
The crowd all bowed and shouted.
...
Chu Zhiyuan stood in the crowd, full of admiration.
This was borrowing the power of the statue, a power different from true qi, with god-like effects.
But wasn't this the power of incense? Something the imperial court忌讳.
An invisible force surged from his body, pushing aside the others, and he stepped forward to help the young man lift the old man up.
Under his extrasensory perception, he instantly saw the old man's body clearly, sensing that strange power.
That strange power was rapidly repairing the old man's heart, like sweet rain falling on parched land, with amazing effects.
He secretly marveled.
The restorative power was miraculous, even surpassing the Transforming Dragon Formula.
Even surpassing any healing method in the Ming Wu Hall.
Truly, the world is vast and full of wonders.
When he was reading the Hou Tu Sect's records, the records emphasized their Young Master, Feng Zhihao.
Feng Zhihao was a cultivation prodigy, rumored to be the reincarnation of Di Zun, and held in great esteem within the Hou Tu Sect, even threatening to replace the Sect Leader.
Now it seemed that this Feng Zhihao indeed possessed extraordinary skills, performing miracles in public, no wonder he had such high prestige.
Feng Zhihao was calm and solemn, bowing and asking the crowd to disperse, so as not to delay everyone's worship of Di Zun.
His words were very effective.
The crowd each worshipped Di Zun, bowed to him, and then left.
Chu Zhiyuan left the main hall and went to the side hall to worship the Earth Mother Goddess. In any case, it was always right to bow when seeing a statue.
He was originally an atheist, but after experiencing reincarnation, he changed his views.
After bowing all around, he looked at Zou Fang.
Zou Fang nodded lightly, found a member of the Hou Tu Sect, whispered a few words, and then the disciple looked at Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan paced in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
The disciple entered the main hall, and after a moment, came to Zou Fang and whispered a few words.
After hearing this, Zou Fang frowned slightly and came to Chu Zhiyuan, whispering, "They need to first receive the worshippers, and after the worshippers leave, they will come to see the Young Master."
Chu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Young Master, let's go!" Guo Chi's face was gloomy, like an enraged black bear, ready to explode at any moment.
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "Then let's wait."
Guo Chi stared in bewilderment.
He didn't understand how Feng Zhihao dared to be so presumptuous and arrogant, nor did he understand why Chu Zhiyuan didn't leave.
How could the dignified Young Master endure such humiliation!
Chu Zhiyuan said, "This Young Master is indeed someone, I want to get to know him."
"Another arrogant fellow!" Guo Chi glared angrily in the direction of the main hall.
Chu Zhiyuan paced in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, taking the opportunity to cultivate, his extrasensory perception constantly spreading out, enveloping a radius of thirty zhang.
He was mainly focused on Feng Zhihao.
The records didn't say what kind of personality Feng Zhihao had, but he didn't expect him to be so unyielding.
Regardless of his official position or his identity as a Young Master, the Hou Tu Sect should not dare to neglect him, yet he dared to do so.
Naturally, he had something to rely on, or perhaps he harbored resentment.
The root cause was the Thirteenth Prince's concubine, who was his elder sister.
The Thirteenth Prince, Prince Huai, was Chu Zhichuan's father.
The Qing Wang Mansion couldn't compare to the Huai Wang Mansion, and in Feng Zhihao's eyes, the Qing Wang Mansion's Young Master could do nothing to him.
Chu Zhiyuan observed Feng Zhihao's subtle movements and changes in aura.
Feng Zhihao was holding incense and delivering it to the worshippers, his aura was stable and he wasn't practicing cultivation, his expression was solemn and dignified, as if he was doing something sacred.
After watching for a while, Chu Zhiyuan vaguely guessed, was Feng Zhihao refining his heart?
Pure heart and focused will, was it a cultivation method of the Hou Tu Sect?
After watching for a while, his heart also became peaceful, the effect was comparable to holding the Clear Shadow Sword.
